TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your search history searches for you.